My blouse is too short and it won’t close.
My neighbor is making it for me this time.
And I feel awful about her willing to stay up late so I can have the costume finished on time.
My blouse is too short and it won’t close.
Long story short, my dad’s diabetes is giving him a lot of health complications- he’s slowly going blind in one eye and he has really high blood pressure and a thyroid problem.
And on top of that, my younger brother injured his knee pretty severely playing basketball, and he needs surgery now too.
And their insurance hasn’t kicked in yet, because somethingsomethingsomething obamacare. I’m lucky enough to work for a huge company and my insurance is covered completely, but it won’t cover them.
So basically we’re all screwed.
And on top of that, there’s the immense guilt for having a stupid feud with my dad for the past two years that we’re just barely starting to make up for, and it sucks that I had a perfectly healthy and lively father all this time that I purposely ignored and thought I hated, and now he’s sick and there’s nothing I can do about it.
So, I might be selling off some costumes, and I’m definitely going to put some of my bigger projects on indefinite hold, and taking a step back from cosplaying in general, since it’s kind of an asshole thing for me to watch my family scramble for money to pay for medical bills while I go buy $100+ wigs and contacts and fabric and shoes and shit every month only to have it end up in one of many storage bins in my living room.
I’ll still do what I can, when I can, with what I have, but I have to start contributing to more than just my personal needs at home.
Guys, go hug your parents. Please.
Definitely rolled my ankle falling off a curb while running towards a Transformer.
And definitely sprained my pinky finger while falling off a mechanical bull.
And it was the most fun I’ve had in ages.
Yesterday needs to happen more often.
Maybe without all the injuries though. Because ow.
I love the smell of butthurt fedoras in the morning.
Soooo, after like over a year of living under the same roof and not acknowledging each other, my dad came up to me, gave me a hug and told me he loves me.
Maybe the new year won’t be so bad.
Pissed off parents?
That’s my jam. I can handle a million of them. Usually they’re irrational because they didn’t get their way right that second. Or because, like every vacation ever, it didn’t go exactly to plan. And that’s fine. And they’re usually upset for a reason I can easily correct or at least explain.
But little four year olds who got princess dresses and disneyland trips for Christmas, and the only thing they truly wanted to do was meet Anna and Elsa, man. Having to stand outside and tell them the location wouldn’t open at all today, and seeing the disappointment on their faces, that took more out of me than a whole park full of angry people would have. And it was the sad, little-kid disappointment, and it’s like kicking a puppy!
The worst part was there was literally not a damn thing I could do about it. I couldn’t fix it or make it better. I basically just had to tell everyone to deal with it and go see everyone else. The characters were nowhere in the park, no shows or parades, and they were still new enough that I couldn’t even get upset guests photos of them from city hall. I’ve never felt more helpless, or incompetent at my job.
I guess it just sucks that that’s how I spent my Christmas. Disappointing people. I guess I can’t even make people happy when I’m getting paid for it.
Remember that time I ordered Cards Against Humanity BACK IN APRIL and it never showed up to my house?
I’ve emailed Amazon like twice and they never got back to me.
I’ve slept a grant total of about nine hours in the past three days.
I knock out cold at like midnight, wake up at 3-3:30, and then my body refuses to go back to sleep while I toss and turn until I give up, go running, and get ready for work.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been working six day weeks almost all month and I’m on my eighth day in a row right now and I’m burnt out. I’m exhausted all the time, and combined with the mood the holidays put me in, family stuff, and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness that I can’t seem to shake, my anxiety is worse than it’s been in a long time. If I don’t take care of myself I’m going to collapse or get sick or have another panic attack or something equally no bueno.
I’m gonna shower, pop some Zzz-Quil, and hope to god my body and mind are ready for the what is only the second Jamboree shift I haven’t managed to wiggle my way out of all season. (Which is pretty impressive when you take into consideration how fucking often they schedule me there.)
TL;DR WENDY NEEDS TO SLEEP OR SHE WILL GO OFF THE DEEP END AND SLAP A BITCH.
I need to find an ultra dapper outfit for Wednesday. I’ve exhausted my other options.
I need more circle skirts.
I couuuuld go out to a co-worker’s goodbye party tonight.
Orrrr I could download Ni no Kuni and stay up late playing.
On the one hand, I could socialize and have some fun, on the other….I have no social obligation to wear a bra…and it’s cold outside…and jammies…
There is a clear winner.